Her slightly bronze face had became pale. Her eyes were closed,and it looked like as if she was sleeping. I checked her pulse. She was alive. I had to call somone NOW. I texted a hospital saying it was an emergency and that they had to come quickly. Annie's pulse was slowly fading. The ambulance finally arrived and they immidiately started asking me questions. I tried to tell them that I was mute,and a nurse told me everthing in sign language. I replied back,how she had commited suicide,the text,how we got bullied in school,even the prom night. She paused for a second. I sensed a small tear dripping from her eye. They immidiately gave her some oxygen and checked her blood preassure. I saw her eyes slowly opening. I was so thankful to have her back.
That mini heart attack she gave me,I will never forget. It was the most painful thing that had ever I experienced. I signed with my trembling hands ; NEVER do that again. Promise me! I am always here for you,please be there for me!" She replied with this: The surgery didn't work. I'll never be able to hear. I told her about my autism,and how I would never be able to talk. That seemed to make her a bit more comforted.
So it was allright,until suddenly Annie started struggling to breathe,and they figured out that she had cracked her neck during the suicide attempt. They left me back home,and told me not to worry,that my friend would be okay. I saw her faint,and I shuddered at the very sight. Was Annie going to be fine? How could I not worry? Not knowing if someone will survive or not... All you can do is wait and see,or is it?
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Foreign To This World
Non-FictionHow does it feel to be a foreigner? Nobody knows better than Lilac. She has an unpredictably active mind,yet no words have came out of her mouth ever since she was born. Will she finally pour out the years of emotions inside of her?
